Page 24 of The Question of Us (Fisher & Church #2)

I did, shoving my face into the pillow to muffle my cries. Mads chuckled and reached for the lube beside my head. “Gonna get you good and slick,” he promised, shoving a fistful of the stuff where the sun don’t shine before proceeding to own my arse in the best possible way.

He licked and nipped and tongued until I couldn’t think straight, over and over until the tight muscle began to loosen.

At that point, he added a finger to the mix, still licking as he fucked me in and out, in and out.

Then a second finger joined the first, two knuckles deep, stretching me wide, curling to shoot stars behind my eyes and a crackle of electricity through my groin.

And through it all, that clever tongue never stopped, weaving in and around, slick and hot.

Driving me wild with the need to be filled until I couldn’t feel anything except Madigan Church in and around me, owning my body like it had been inevitable since that first meeting.

Like I’d been waiting on nothing but time to be his. Waiting on this moment.

Mads breathed hot against my ear, his body folded over my back, his fingers still in my arse, fucking me senseless. “Do you want to come like this?”

Unable to form words, I shook my head.

He kissed my shoulder and pulled his fingers free. “Roll onto your back.”

I did as he said while he reached for his briefs and wiped his hand. Next thing I knew, he had my legs splayed wide and was shoving another mountain of lube up my arse.

“You got shares in the company?” I asked.

He grinned. “It’s been a while, right?”

I was nodding before I realised it, my brain firing sluggishly with regard to anything that wasn’t Madigan fucking me every way possible. Fingers, tongue, cock—I really wasn’t picky.

When he finally deemed me slick enough, Mads pushed my legs up and guided my hands under my thighs. “Hold them up, baby. Nice and high.”

I snorted at the endearment and he shot me a look, his cock poised at the entrance to my hole, nudging gently but no more. “You don’t want me calling you that, then just tell me.”

I wanted to say, No, I don’t . Only Davis had ever called me that and not very often. Cutesy names hadn’t been our thing... ever. Instead, what came out of my mouth was, “It’s fine. I like it.” And no one was more surprised at the truth of that than me.

Because right there in our bed, cradled in Mads’ arms, wrapped in his tender attention, my body expertly played toward pleasure and release, my heart with nowhere to hide, I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life. Vulnerable and one hundred percent safe. So yeah, baby , was just fucking fine.

Mads leaned down and pressed the sweetest kiss to my lips. “It’s good to give up the reins and let yourself be cared for sometimes, Nick. We all need it. There’s strength in that too. You’re safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me. Let me in.” His green eyes pierced right into my brain.

I knew he wasn’t only talking about his dick in my arse. When my mother left me with him , the idea of being cared for left with her, and I’d quickly learned that wishing it back or allowing someone to have that power over me again was way too dangerous.

People left. Relationships blew up. Love didn’t always last like the stories would have you believe.

Even with Davis, I’d fought not being in charge. Taking the caretaker role more often than not. Davis had been there for me with his wisdom and support and love, but I’d rarely allowed him into that lonely room in my head, the one left behind after my mother drove away.

I’m sorry . I spoke the words silently to his memory. I should’ve trusted you more. But I’m still learning, and I have you to thank for that.

Let me in. Mads’ plea circled my brain, feeling like crossroads in my life. I could’ve scrambled for that control again. I could’ve played it off as a joke. I could’ve done any number of things to keep from dropping those last remaining walls.

In the end, all I could do was nod as the last vestiges of control I’d clung to started to finally melt away.

I drew a deep shuddering breath, relaxed into the mattress, hoisted my thighs as high as I could, and gave Mads a soft smile.

“I’m all yours in every way that matters. Any way you want me. Come inside.”

His answering grin was something to behold, and the soft kiss that followed onto my tattooed owl told me he understood.

“ Any way, huh?” His smile turned wicked.

I rolled my eyes. “Of course, that’s the part you focus on. Well, I have just one thing to say to that.” I pulled him down and sharply nipped his lip between my teeth before letting him go. “Don’t play nice.”

His green eyes blew black as ink and his hips jerked, the head of his cock beginning to spread me open. “Noted.” He dropped his lips once again to mine and drew a loud groan from my mouth into his. On the out breath, he whispered, “Nothing in my life has ever felt as important as this moment.”

And then he entered my slick hole in a single slow-burning slide that threatened to split me wide open. He didn’t stop until he was just shy of being fully seated and my brain had left my body with the aching pleasure of being stuffed full of him.

It had been a long time since I’d been pushed to that ledge—too much, not enough, ready to explode and desperate for more.

He kissed up my throat and into my hair, whispering all the while, “So good. Such a good boy. So, fucking sexy. Breathe through it, baby. Just a little more.” He pushed that final centimetre or so and I groaned with the all-consuming pressure.

He cupped his hands around my head as I breathed through the burn, his eyes never leaving mine. “This is you and me, baby, and you feel fucking amazing. But fair warning, I’m not gonna last.”

“Thank Christ,” I rasped, feeling my muscles start to relax. “That’ll give you plenty of time to sew me up again before we sleep. You’re a lot bigger than you look.”

Mads snorted and pressed a wave of kisses over my face. “I’m sure you’ll cope.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got. I’m not sure I like toppy, bossy Mads.”

Mads kissed me again. “Yes, you do. You like him very—” He pulled almost free of my arse. “— very —” He slid back in with a punch, and a filthy groan escaped my lips as my balls lit on fire. “— much .” He ground his cock deep inside, sending stars exploding behind my eyes.

“Oh, my god.” I arched up and flattened my head against the headboard.

Mads set a punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out of my arse while keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. He sneaked a kiss now and then, grunting with the effort of his endeavours, his forehead slick with perspiration, his breath faltering.

“Stroke yourself,” he gasped, breaking his rhythm as he lifted up to give me enough room to work. “I’m almost there.”

I dropped hold of my thighs and snaked one hand between us to awkwardly pump my cock. My other hand cupped Mads’ arse to pull him deeper, as deep as he’d go.

“Oh f-f-fuck,” he stuttered, his face clenching with the effort of holding his orgasm at bay. “Any time now would be good.” He changed the angle, gave two more thrusts, and it was all I needed.

Heat bloomed at the base of my spine, and a wave of pleasure rippled through my cock and balls and deep into my belly. God, I loved that feeling. So different from topping. So... visceral.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I freed my hands and clasped them around Mads’ back, clenching around his cock until he groaned and buried his face in my neck.

His body tensed, his dick pulsed in my arse, and a rush of warmth tore the breath from my lungs as Mads grunted and came deep inside me, groaning at his release while continuing to thrust slowly, slowly, until he was done.

Then, spent and liquid in my arms, he collapsed on my chest and let me hold him, our bodies slick, our breathing ragged.

We lay like that for a long time. Until our heart rates slowed as if in tandem and Mads’ cock softened and fell free.

Perspiration cooled on my skin, but my heart burned.

I wondered if Mads felt the same. I wondered if he didn’t.

Neither of us said a word. We simply held on to each other, quiet and close, the words unimportant, the unspoken feelings—everything.

At length, I turned and pressed my lips to his ear. “That was epic. Everything I hoped, everything I knew it would be.”

I got a grunt in reply that could’ve meant anything. I smiled and kissed his head. “If you fall asleep, we might be stuck together forever. I can see the headlines now. They’d have to bury us in a joint casket.”

Mads snorted and punched me in the arm. “Idiot.” He pushed himself up onto his knees and took hold of my left hand. He turned it to the underside and pressed a kiss to the Will you? tattoo. He held it against his heart and studied me closely. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

A deceptively simple question that was anything but.

Was I? Since Mads was deadly serious, I avoided a pat answer. I took my time, doing what Davis always reminded me to do. I tried to let myself feel. It didn’t take as long as I’d expected.

“Yes.” I cupped his cheek with my right hand. “I am very much okay. Thoroughly fucked and not a sliver of guilt in sight. I think Davis would approve. You?”

There was no mistaking the relief in Mads’ smile when he nodded. “Yeah, me too. Not bad for a couple of old guys, huh?”

I scowled. “Old- er , arsehole.”

He chuckled, then surveyed the mess we’d made of the bed and grimaced. “We better do something about this.” He wriggled off the mattress and headed for the bathroom, leaving me sprawled and messy on the cover. We really should’ve grabbed a towel.

When he returned a few minutes later, he carried a wet facecloth and a towel. But rather than hand them to me, he told me to roll over.

“Whoa there, tiger.” I held up a finger. “I’m quite capable?—”

“Just shut up and roll, will you?” he snapped. “Why does everything have to be a battle? I am going to clean you up and you better get used to it. He who tops, mops. Them’s the rules.”

I choked on a laugh as I rolled over. “He who tops, mops? Where the fuck did that come from?”

“Who knows?” He set about cleaning me with a gentle touch. “I don’t make the rules. Well, not that one, anyway. I simply enforce them. Remember that when it’s your turn to top.” When he was done with my arse, Mads rolled me back and cleaned the rest. “Lift up so I can rinse this cover in the bath.”

I groaned and did as I was told. “I thought we were going to have a bath?”

“Tomorrow,” he answered absently. “You wore me out.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom and I heard water running.

A few minutes later, he returned and I lifted the sheet for him to crawl in front of me.

I spooned him from behind with one leg wrapped over his to keep him close.

I pressed kisses along the nape of his neck and smiled when he hummed with pleasure.

“I have to hand it to you, that was a pretty good fuck, overall. Full marks for effort.”

Mads snorted, then answered sleepily, “Is that right? Good , huh? You think you can do better?”

“That remains to be seen.” I wriggled my dick against his crease. “Game on, gorgeous. Game on.”